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All thru the night a gentle rain had dripped, The music of its pit-pat sweet and low ;
Each crystal drop a kiss that clung and slipped Thru rustling branches swaying to and fro.
And then the morning came a-winging, fresh and pink. And laughed the pouting cloud-wraiths from the sky ; The thirsty sun-god earthward bent to drink From shining pools where song-birds fluttered by.
The quick'ning tang of autumn nipped the air, And haunting odors filched from brae and glen, Where trailed the footpath, twisting here and there, That lured me from the tiresome haunts of men.
In dreamy tones of lights and shadows etched, Beyond a tangled hedge along the way,
A fairyland in the distance stretched,
Where dusky wood and gleaming valley lay.
Where heather purpled in the noontide glare, I glimpsed her as she lightly crossed my view — A fairy princess in her province fair,
Her white form limned against the sky's deep blue.
By sunlit glade and shadow-laden wood,
And loitering here and there to pluck a flower, Unconsciously she drew toward where I stood And watched her breathless from a shelt'ring bower.
A sportive wind, that danced from tree to tree, Caught up the crisp leaves, red and golden brown, And, in a wanton mood of impish glee,
About the princess flung them showering down.
Close by the hedge she paused, with pensive air.
As by some dreamful maiden fancv bound ; The red sun bronzed her crown of srolden hair,
And in a glorious halo wrapped her 'round.
I had not thought that e'en a fairv maid Could be so beautiful of form and face ;
In such a wealth x>i loveliness arraved,
Such tender depth of charm and perfect grace.
And, lover-like, I thrilled with hope and fear ;
But even as I thought to humblv kneel And pour my ardent wooing in her ear,
A ruthless hand (plague take it!) changed the reel.
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